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Saturday, June 15, 2013

S.he O.pens N.ear N.ine, E.ach T.ime

A sonnet is a lovely thing;
But in youth, seems a maze.
As age, life does bring -
Beauty is derived from her gaze.

Composed with true complexity;
Deduction of her, required to understand.
Concealed along the spine implicitly
Defined: the secrets of her command.

Every line draws her form near.
For as the eyes downward-ly steer;
Each gorgeous feature, becomes clear –
For no more illusions, now appear.

Gone are her enigmas, found in youth;
Given way – to her forms perfect truth!

Composed By: Andrew Drucker